The big Demon staggered forward with swinging Haymaker of a punch, as one would expect of a drunk, that I didn't even need to dodge, then followed it up with what he tried to play off as a stagger, intended to pull me into his grasp. I grabbed his hand and pulled it low, bringing us face to face, pushing his shoulder with my other hand to turn him around before grabbing him by the horn.
"Like this, even a small cultivator can easily lead you around, and escort larger people from the premises." I say to the young students, who try to hide their amusement.
The big Demon snorts and tosses his head back while he stands, lifting me into the air, still holding his horn.
I kick the back of his knee as I fly over his head and on to his back, then stand and flop him over my shoulder so we're cheek to cheek with him facing the roof and start walking again towards the door.
